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You were part of a small group of humans sent out on a mission to populate an earth-like planet. Unfortunately your ship crashed, and fortunately you survived. Only one problem: the planet is already populated.
You’re still trying to figure out if its a good thing or not that the two aliens who found you (Sun and Moon) decided to… adopt you? Like a pet??
Maybe one day you’ll get the hang of the language.
Even though you can’t understand them, the gentle tone of love and adoration seem to saturate every lilting sound that comes from their mouths. It’s like silk to the ears, smooth and soft as their fingertips caressing across your naked skin while you try to figure out what’s being said between the duo. You can pick out a few familiar sounds, but its not enough to give them actual meaning; you’re left almost trembling beneath the two aliens’ fervent attention, hearing them speak to one another in a tongue so unlike anything you’d ever hear before.
It’s soft and almost rhythmic, an unending song of noises that followed a set of rules not unlike musical notation. You tried desperately to learn the patterns for the first several months after being saved from the wreckage, but it seemed almost incompatible with the noises that your tongue was even physically capable of making. It felt so clunky from your lips, so you only learned a few solid words, and any hope of trying to salvage a proper communicator old crash site wouldn’t-
Ah, the wreckage. The reminder makes your stomach twist up a little bit; humanity’s first true reach into deep space, and it manages to crash right into the planet that was supposed to be their new safe haven.
Supposed to be.
Turns out the chosen planet was already inhabited. By aliens. Very big, sexy, intelligent aliens who seemed as much surprised by you as you were of them. They were so far beyond anything that humans had been able to achieve — so much that, when the duo you came to know as Sun and Moon found you, it felt little unlike someone finding a sad stray cat and taking them home. They treated you almost like a pet for a while, offering you little plush toys and puzzles to play with, keeping you fed and thensome, but the language barrier was frustrating to get used to.
Even still, they found ways to communicate. A sharp click to get your attention, a gentle growl to settle your nerves, or even something as simple as a hand gently stroking the top of your head so that you knew they were there. There was a word they seemed to use for you often, though whether it’s a petname or simply the new name they’d given to you as their human is hard to figure out for certain. When you tried to figure out what it meant by parroting it back to them over and over, Sun finally pulled out a little picture book and pointed at the pages decorated with images of the night sky. He pointed at the soft flecks of yellow within the sea of navy blue. Stars? Starlight?
Evidently that’s what the name meant, the one they’d given to you.
It’s the name they keep whispering now, you all but cradled in Moon’s arms while Sun hunches over to see how his digit sinks inside your aching, dripping cunt. His fingers are big for more than one right now, though you’re already growing desperate to be stretched open.
“[Little thing, little thing…]” Sun whispers liltingly, finger curling slightly and rubbing against your inner walls until a flash of stars cross your vision. He seems to adore your sounds, because he does the motion again, and once more after that. “[You were soooo good today for Moonie! Yes yes yes, such a good little Star, prettiest little human~]”
“[Don’t overdo it, Sunny,]” Moon murmurs beside him, dark eyes focused at the aching, wet hole between your legs where Sun’s finger disappears with each little twitch of his wrist. “[Humans are fragile. Less flexible than us — hard to tell when its too much for them.]”
He has a point that his solar partner can’t entirely disagree with, having been the one both creative and strange enough to teach their little human companion some basic noises that they could distinguish; ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘more’, ‘less’…. basic, but useful to know when trying to work through complex topics and intimate activities alike. You’d used ‘yes’ and ‘no’ plenty so far, and that helped to give them a basic understanding how how you liked to be touched, even if the sounds of their language were rough and challenging on your tongue.
Humans did seem to share a fair amount of basic preferences to Sun and Moon’s own physiology; eating good food, being comfortable, liking to be touched, liking to be kissed, liking to be fucked…
“[Don’t worry, Mooooonie~]” Sun chirps in return, his glowing eyes never once shifting from the creature settled so sweetly in one of Moon’s arms, his other keeping your thighs spread open while Sun’s hand works on between them. “[I am listening veeery closely to them, promise! You’ll get to play with Star after I’m all done, they’re just so so tight down here… Is that normal?]”
Assuming that some male humans had a cock, how big did they tend to be? An odd question, even for the niche community of those who were overly affectionate with their tiny human companions, but an interesting one all the same. If one of his fingers was enough to start gently stretching your cute little hole, then how many more could you take? Two? Three?
Their entire cocks? Oh, Sun felt thrilled at the prospect.
“[Just a little more?]” Sun chitters in delight, watching your expression twist into something they’d long-since learned is one of pleasure as a second digit presses eagerly against your entrance. Tension floods across your face as it opens you up even wider — neither of them had put two fingers inside you yet, but gods above does it feel good. “[Oh, so pretty! Look at how they wiggle and twitch Moonie, isn’t that adorable?]”
“[Sun,]” Moon’s curt tone seems to pull the other out of his thoughts, their eyes meeting for a moment as a soft seriousness ekes into the words. “[Be gentle. Their little hole is already so stretched around just one of your fingers. Do you want to be the one taking them to the clinic if you hurt them?]”
After a moment Sun huffs, then slowly pulls out of your sopping cunt — almost instinctively your hips lift to try and follow his touch, but Moon’s grip around your body is as firm as steel. No, no no no you were so close — your brain, dripping with a haze of arousal, forces words from your lips that you can barely stop.
“[No!]” you whine, the simple word still so rough and harsh on your human tongue. ‘[No. Please? More? More!]”
Sun and Moon both freeze in place. They glance down at you with those wide, expressive eyes you’d become overly fond of — pupils like dots of light that constrict down to needle points when they’re focusing on something. Apparently, as it is, the center of their focus is on you.
“[Did’ja hear that?]” Sun breathes out, a look of awe and pride. “[Using our words! Oh, so so good, little Star~]”
You’re able to make out maybe one word or two — Star (your given name now apparently) and Good. It’s hard to replicate since there’s a click somewhere between the vowel-like sounds and you don’t think you even have the anatomy do do that, but it’s good to know they’re understanding something.
“[More? More??]” You repeat, making a point to inflect in what you think is a question. “Oh please put those fingers back inside me it feels so good— [Please! Please please…]”
Sun and Moon practically beam in pride, cooing at you softly like one might a bundled child saying their first words.
“[Good Star…]” Moon murmurs, gently brushing a soft, cool fingertip over the curve of your inner thigh as he continues to hold you open. “[So so good for us, asking for what you want…]”
“[Does that mean I can keep stretching them open?]” Sun finally asks, glancing towards his partner.
Moon hums, meeting the look with a gentle expression of thought. You whine and wiggle in his arms, pushing your hips up in what hopefully translates into ‘please for the love of god touch me again’… or something similar, at least. Red eyes look down at you again for a few moments before he smiles; the grin on his face is wide, inhumanly so, making a flash of fear surge through your chest before quickly settling down — neither of them have ever harmed you, not purposefully at least. It took a while for them to realize just how fragile you were when they found you initially, but…
There’s something hot about it too. Moon’s mouth is lined with razor-sharp teeth, reminding you almost like a shark in how he looks at you with such a voracious intent that it hardly needs any translation to understand.
“[Keep stretching them open,]” The lunar alien finally growls to his partner, parting his maw to let a long, translucent-blue tongue move across his lips. “[I wanna feel them around my cock.]”
The noise of delight from Sun surprises you nearly as much as his fingers do when he sinks them back inside your fluttering, aching folds.
I’m going to make a masterlist for all the AUs I might write for, but in case anyone wants a taste of the kind of enabling chaos that goes on in the Superstar Daycare discord server, here’s the list of AUs I’m positively feral about:
Freddy Fazvibes (Sex Shop AU)
Digimon AU
Borderlands AU
Livestreamer / Vtuber AU
Stardew Valley AU
Color of Your Eyes AU
(Longer description of each below the readmore!)
Freddy Fazvibes (Sex Shop AU)
William accepts and admits that he has some unresolved issues between himself and Henry, and decides to open a sex shop after learning he's a furry and it makes him quite happy. The shop -- technically still under the Fazbear brand (Henry is happy for his friend but thoroughly confused) -- features character mascots and lines of toys based on the parent company alongside an up-and-coming VR system to allow people to experience the company (sexual or otherwise) of their favorite characters!
The reader is just one of many customers after discovering the niche but passionate community the store and its characters have. It's bad enough that it's a sex shop with sex toys; how are they going to handle having their favorite character offer to demonstrate using one of them?
No deaths occur in this AU, it's just some good wholesome fun (as wholesome as a sex shop can get) where we don't need to worry about why the animatronics have genitals.
Digimon AU
The reader was supposed to be a member of their generation’s digidestined, but the others were killed by a mysterious power in the digital world many years before the present day. The reader discovers this information as an adult after being pulled into the digital world by a mysterious masked puppet creature who seems to know all too much about them. Trapped, they learn that their two digimon partners (Sun and Moon) had been waiting for them all that time; waiting for their human partner that never showed up when the digital world needed them most.
The reader finds themselves battling through not only their own tentative connection with the digital world as an adult, but also with their own partner as Moon has all but rejected them due to trust and corruption issues. Can the reader heal Sun and Moon's pain, regain their trust, and manage to save the corrupted souls of the other digidestined before the digital world falls apart at the seams?
And who could this mysterious evil force even be?
Borderlands AU
Sun is a prototype of a new line of caretaker bots designed by Hyperion to serve multiple domestic roles for people rich enough to afford them. The spaceship housing him during his live beta-testing experiences an unknown error and crashes on Pandora, where the reader (an ex-Hyperion employee) rescues him from the wreckage.
Things grow even more confusing when Sun realizes that he has a second personality onboard his processors, one that the reader had inadvertently helped to create when they worked for Hyperion: Moon, a military security protocol, and the true reason that the ship had gone down over Pandora. How will Sun deal with learning that his abandonment was part of the testing -- and what will he, Moon, and the reader do when they learn about the ECLIPSE protocol?
Livestreamer / Vtuber AU
After saving them from the Pizzaplex ruins, the reader helps Sun, Moon and the newly-formed Eclipse settle into day-to-day domestic life with them. Though the reader assures that they don't need to, the three search for ways to help pay bills -- keeping them charged has tripled the electric bill alone. So, unbeknownst to the reader at first, the trio take up being a vtuber, quickly becoming quite popular for their unique avatars (which is literally just them rendered into a live2d model) and wide variety of streamed content.
They all play all sorts of videogames, but Eclipse has become very popular for drawing furry art while Moon's realized that people really like his voice in ASMR content. Before they know it, they're able to help pay the reader's bills and beyond, leaving their amused and surprised caretaker to support both their newfound hobby and try desperately to ignore how the twitch chat is always asking if they're dating.
Stardew Valley AU
After the reader's grandfather passes away, they learn that he had left them an entire farm to care for as they liked. An entire plot of land beside a whole new town of people to meet, including the enigmatic trio of automatons powered by forest magic, and are apparently as old if not older than the town itself.
Sun is sweet as can be and helps tutor Jaz and Vincent alongside Penny, while Eclipse is a very soft-spoken personality who you're certain has been heavily damaged at some point (but he's often too busy tending to the community gardens to care). There is a third automaton, but he's only active after sunset -- some townfolk call him a demon and a menace, while others seem to find his pranks quite endearing. Moon is... an enigmatic figure, and it will take some time to get to know him properly.
Color of Your Eyes AU
The reader is just another employee of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, far from friends and family that they barely remember after moving away several years ago. They work a normal job in the daycare with a normal apartment and go to a normal doctor about normal symptoms of a chronic illness they've been dealing with since they were little -- or so they're told.
Is it all actually normal? Are they human, or are they... something else? Surely not, else it would mean their entire life is nothing more than a lie, a fabrication.
This is an AU about the reader learning they are actually a humanoid animatronic and that everything in their life -- their background, their parents, their memories -- are just that. A lie. They have been the property and research subject of Fazco's R&D division the entire time.
But at least they have Sun and Moon to help them understand not how to be human, but how to be a person again.
*slaps down #68 from that prompt list* hello sir i am here to read you for filth, your choice of character (but maybe perhaps eclipse?? haha jk....unless?)
YOU!!
I want you to know that you are personally responsible for 3.9k words of pure filth that escaped from my brain and are now running around loose in the hospital on my blog
I am now plagued with Thoughts™️ of Eclipse of the horny variety and gotta figure out what the heck to do with them!!
Note: This is a fill for a prompt sent to @fnafwritings several weeks ago and was ORIGINALLY supposed to be a ficlet, but the Writing Demons got me.
You aren’t sure what it is about him—them?—that draws you in so close. Even when you should be working on chores or running errands on the few days of the week you have free time, you often find yourself with an excuse to stay home. In fact, you’ll find yourself gently trailing behind the animatronic like a lost duckling, usually without even meaning to.
It wasn’t as if they were a risk or danger to anything—no, you couldn’t even imagine them lifting a finger to hurt someone—but you just… felt safer around them.
Is it because you missed them?
Eclipse, as they began to call themselves, had expressed shock when you’d found them in the rubble of the Pizzaplex; but that shock was quickly overpowered by an intense sense of protectiveness and adoration as they grew used to living with you. Emotions that still have yet to wear off, so they don’t seem to mind you being so close all the time.
And you want to be close. So close.
Nightmares came often; dark terrors in the night in the shapes of figures you wanted to forget—mindless endoskeletons and red eyes piercing deep through the endless darkness of the underground facilities.
Places you don't want to remember.
Suffocating. You can’t breathe. Hands start grasping coldly at your limbs, your face, your shoulders. They pull and drag you deeper into the darkness while all you can do is lay frozen and silent, terror coursing through your body like stinging ice and—
You wake up.
The unknown hands on your shoulders are quickly revealed to be Eclipse’s own, gentle but firm; they had been shaking you, though for how long is a mystery.
“Starlight!” They exclaim so forcefully that the sound glitches through their voicebox, and the familiar nickname helps to drag your thoughts back to the present. “Are you okay? You were whimpering and crying and—and I wasn’t sure what to do!”
You blink, then swallow down hard over nothing but a dry tongue and a scream that had almost left your throat. Where...? Oh, you're home. Not there.
“I… I’m… okay…”
“No you aren’t,” Eclipse says sternly, and only then pulls your body over towards theirs, until you’re almost sitting in the bot’s lap. “Chronic nightmares can be a sign of underlying post-traumatic stress. Your heart rate is highly elevated and—and you’ve been having them every night since you saved us.” He tucks you up against his chest. "Please don't lie to us, starlight."
It’s their way of being concerned. Overprotective Sun, always hovering and hugging and holding—that reminder in itself helped to soothe some of your tense muscles. They are still Sun and Moon, just…. Different. It would be a while before their system could heal from the trauma they too endured, or... so you were told.
Eclipse is no larger than Sun or Moon, but they seem to dwarf you entirely, feeling like a mountain in comparison as they pull you tight to their body. While there are some spots of their chassis that need to be properly repaired, but Eclipse is largely fixed from state you'd discovered them in; a broken mess of exposed metal and wires, one optic fried and a total malfunction of Sun's rays and Moon's chromatic sensors. It may have taken all of your savings and a few favors to friends of friends, but they're in a much better state.
So when their fingers gently trail over your shoulder, the sensation of matte silicone over bare skin is almost ticklish. The touch continues down one of your arms, so feather-light and yet it is all your mind can anchor upon.
"Do...you want to go back to sleep?" they murmur, so soft that its as if they already don't want to disturb you.
You look up to meet the animatronic's gaze; warm as the day, peaceful as the night. "...Kinda, actually. It's..." the words are little more than a whisper, barely breaking into a tone. "Can I sleep here? Holding me?"
Eclipse smiles, and it's the cutest thing you've seen in a while. How someone who isn't even a human could look so earnest and sweet is beyond what you'd care to ponder about--but you don't get the opportunity, as they are quick to tilt their head to the side and ask ever so sweetly,
"Would you like us to help you fall asleep?"
You blink, then mirror the curious motion of Eclipse's head with your own. "I didn't think you could still do the whole 'sleepy eyes hypnosis' thing right now."
It was a feature of Moon's programming after all, supposedly to help children fall asleep who were having a hard time. They... he, Moon, had used it on a few occasions on you to help you get some rest on particularly stressful nights. It was interesting to think if Eclipse could still access that part of themselves; perhaps a rabbit hole to follow when it wasn't just past midnight.
The bot's eyes, glowing a tandem white and red in the dim light of your bedroom, hold yours for a few moments. Their expression is nearly impossible to read since it is a combination of Sun and Moon both, whom always had their own unique tics and quirks that you had grown oh-so-familiar with over the years--when combined however, its hard to know what to trust. Sun's expressive smile, or Moon's hard gaze? Is the flutter of his rays well-meaning, or could the flash of sharp teeth mean something else?
"We have the capabilities of both of us," they say simply after a moment, a hint of humor behind their optics. "And if that is what you would prefer, we can certainly do that..."
"Wh... what do you mean?"
Eclipse's expression shifts. This time, you can actually read it--perhaps too well, in fact, because both Moon and Sun alike can't hide when they're up to some mischief, though the former is simply more shameless about it.
"We could... do something else to tire you out," they murmur, and suddenly you're acutely aware how you're sitting in their lap, legs open and sitting astride their lithe hips. “Something… sweeter.”
Oh.
Oh.
Heat flares up across your cheeks, burning hot as rapid-fire memories fly through your brain like a shameful reminder that yes, oh yes, they had helped you sleep using… less family-appropriate methods. Entirely consensual! Entirely healthy! And completely not in ways that likely invalidated the warranty of the daycare attendant animatronic, assuming they had one.
The silence you offer—brain too fried for a solid several seconds to reply—leaves Eclipse to lean in closer, so close that the position of their hands now on the small of your back is only making it worse. Almost all of your body’s weight is pressed back into their gentle fingertips, and the only source of light is their bicolor eyes, glowing softly enough that just barely illuminates their faceplate; Sun to one side, Moon to the other.
In that moment, you are certain that it’s the two of them staring you down in tandem, only now echoing the same exact expression that makes your stomach twist in its severity: desire.
“Will you let us, little starlight?”
Had Eclipse’s voice always sounded like that? Sweet and friendly yes, but… something about it held a tinge of tension and weight, a faint echo of Moon’s low growl and Sun’s giddy shouts. That is bad enough, they knew you had always enjoyed the sound of their voices, but it’s the nickname that catches you slightly off guard. Little starlight?
Giving that detail no thought (lest you combust into a pile of ash), you simply let your eyes bashfully shift downwards towards one corner of the bed. “I’m uh—I mean—” you flounder for words, even shut your eyes tight, as if fighting a filter of embarrassment that has filled up your throat. But Eclipse was certainly having none of that; they move one hand up and easily engulf your face against their palm, fingers curled around your cheek and guiding your face back in a way that communicated they wanted you to look at them.
“Starlight~” they murmur, Sun’s singsonging lilt teasing through every syllable. “We need an answer. Don’t hide those pretty little eyes from us.”
The grip on your face was not hard or painful in any way—but the knowledge that Eclipse was restraining themselves *just* enough to get their point across. They were just so strong, so much larger than you and… it made you feel small, but in a good way—they were programmed to be caretakers, after all, so it was natural that they’d have that aura in every facet of their personality in some form.
“Please… help me fall asleep?” you finally whisper in request, eyes open but not quite holding their gaze for more than a moment or so at a time.
Eclipse is almost painfully silent for a moment, optics shifting in size so minutely that it would have been hard to notice, but eventually a smile creeps back onto their face. “Please what, little starlight? Who am I?”
Who am I?
It is more than a question determining the literal existence or name of Eclipse—it was a way of asking permission for something very intimate, especially as you had only… partaken in it only twice, once with Sun and Moon each (and with Sun it had been a complete accident that went farther than you’d ever imagined).
It was the best way of gently asking: is this okay? Are we allowed?
You swallow the lump in your throat and carefully clarify your request, “Please… daddy?”
And that moment, in the span of a single fleeting heartbeat that echoes into your ears, all of Eclipse’s careful restraint snaps like a twig beneath the weight of a mountain.
Everything about them makes you feel so *small*. And it would be easy for someone to be afraid of this feeling, this… sense of weakness and fragility when compared to the unyielding force of even the weakest animatronic’s strength. You had seen some of the glam rocks lift things the size and weight of cars—hell, you’d personally seen Sun lift heavy furniture with one hand to help during evening cleanup, and Moon had picked you up by the back of your uniform on a number of occasions just to mess with you (scruffed like a kitten, he often teased).
Eclipse could do all the same and more, if they wanted—but they didn’t. Even as they maneuvered your body around to press your back against their chassis and shifted around the bed to lay back against the headboard for support, you never felt more than firm pressure guiding you with one arm wrapped around your waist; and that was only to make sure you weren’t pinched between any of their exposed joints. They sit cross-legged with their lanky limbs almost like a cage around you, which only makes the size difference all the more apparent.
“Baby boy~” they purred, Moon’s low growl sneaking into the sound as it glitched softly. “Sweet little starlight, why didn’t you ask that first? You can always tell me what you wantwantwant!”
The repetition isn’t a glitch, and it makes your stomach twist with warmth to hear Sun’s verbal quirk sneaking in beside Moon’s in Eclipse’s multilayered voice. It twists even more when one of their hands reach down, caressing fingertips over your loose pajama top and stopping at the waistband of your shorts. But they go no further.
“Eclipse—”the name sounds like a hushed prayer, already pleading for the promise of their fingers filling you up. But Eclipse shushes you with a kiss to the top of your head and a gentle squeeze of their other arm still around your waist.
“Wrong,” they purr again, touch teasing down the front of your shorts and only barely grazing the delicate spot between your thighs. “We don’t use that name right now, though I sure lovelovelooove hearing you say it, starlight~” They trace their fingertips against your slit again through layers of fabric—the sensation itself is almost too light to feel, but your brain has no issue in supplying the multitude of memories in how they’d touched you before. “Now, what do you waaant?”
“Daddy,” you murmur, and the sudden tension of Eclipse’s entire body is not missed in the sound of that word leaving your lips. It reminds you of a predator, keeping still as ice in the underbrush before pouncing upon its prey. “D-daddy, I… want you to touch me?” After a moment you remember to add, “…please?”
“Oh darling, sweet starlight, so good for me!” Their voice chirps before fingertips find the waistline once more and dip beneath the band. “You know just how much we love to hear you beg.”
Smooth silicone fingertips caress down the center of your lower stomach, tickling against the trail of hair that leads closer to the apex of heat between your thighs—where you want them to touch you most. Despite the fact that they had all but memorized all the little places and ways that make you sob, its the careful, teasing touch of their hand making your heart race.
You shut your eyes tight, heat building between your thighs, but their fingers don't move past the soft fuzz above your core.
“Sweet boy,” Eclipse purrs, “Use your words.”
After chewing on your bottom lip for a moment in the hope that they'd simply continue without hearing anything, you muster up as much willpower to break past the constant sense of embarrassment twisting at your insides.
"I-" the words hide behind your tongue. It's always so hard to hear them out loud, even when it was you and Sun or Moon playing together. "Can you... can you rub... my clit?"
The soft keen that ekes from Eclipse's voicebox would make you think they were staring down at a fluffy kitten, but he doesn't waste time indulging in your request once the words have left your lips. Their hand presses lower, finally, with fingertips dipping between the folds of your core and easily finding the place you want their touch most right now.
The initial sense of cold silicone makes you shake, but Eclipse soothes you with their other hand sliding up your chest and gently rubbing circles into your sternum.
"Shhhh," they hush. "Give it a moment, starlight, you're alright."
It doesn't even take that long--before you know it, their deft hand is working you perfectly, index and middle finger drawing small, firm circles over your throbbing bundle of nerves so perfectly that your thighs close tight around them.
Eclipse tuts lowly, a hint of a growl in the words, "Naughty boy, keep those legs open for me."
They don't even wait for you to comply before moving the hand from your chest and forcing your thighs apart with ease; there's no hope for you to fight against them which, ironically, only makes the heat worse. You can feel yourself leaking with arousal before even five minutes had passed, your lover simply taking their time in working you up into a frantic mess. Sun and Moon both loved to do that, in their own ways, and Eclipse seemed to inherit their perversions and thensome.
After all, its not as if you didn't like it.
They keep rubbing and grinding over your clit with perfect motions, having memorized and notated the way every little sensation makes you keen and whimper for them, how speeding up makes your legs shake, or how they can bring you to a sobbing, begging mess just by keeping you from orgasm a few times in a row.
"I wanna c-cum-"
Eclipse picks up the pace at the soft words, nuzzling into the back of your head as they purr, "Ask for it properly, starlight--beg for what you want and we will give it to you."
"C-cum? P-plea..se..."
"Properly," they repeat, the word a shiver of sound next to one of your ears. "You're doing so well for me already baby boy, little starlight, my darling wonderful boy~"
The praise is like a drug to you, Sun's enthusiasm and Moon's insistence both mixing together into a powerful multi-layered cocktail that leaves your brain drunk with arousal. You're so close to the edge that embarrassment can be damned; you part your lips and sob openly, words falling from your lips like a waterfall.
"D-Dah...dee....Please, please make me cum-" Eclipse's fingers speed up, the other hand keeping your thighs spread apart despite the urge to close them. "-please please oh god please, I'm so cloh-ooooh...."
"Silly boy, that's not my naaaame~" the bot purrs, pulling their hand away from your heat, throbbing with need and so wet with arousal that it's dripping from their fingertips.
You wiggle uselessly against the firm grip of their other arm around your waist; there's no use fighting it, since they could keep you held down with scarcely a second thought for longer than you could ever hope to struggle. No, Eclipse doesn't allow you the satisfaction of even being able to lift your hips up to try and seek out their touch. They tut again, sound sharp in your ear, and merely trace little wet circles against your inner thigh.
"Daddy, daddy-" It's easy to play into what Eclipse wants. Easy to let them take care of you, to play with you like a sweet little toy so you don't have to think of anything at all but the sound of their voice and the sensation of their hands pinching and rubbing and pressing into all the right spots. "Daddy Ec-clipse... Sun? Moon? Please take care of me, I w-want your fingers inside me so bad d-daddy..."
Is it the fact that you're asking in detail? Or maybe it's because you've said all of their names? Is that what they want?
You've barely the time to finish the sentence before Eclipse is sinking two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, sparing little time to let you get used to the thickness--but you'd been aching for it ever since they pulled you into their lap that it hardly matters at this point.
"Oh, sweetsweetsweet baby boy! Don't you know how tempting you are to me~?" the bot giggles, jack-hammering his fingers so fast that you're already starting to see stars. "A little treat, yes oh yessss~ A sweet little toy for us to play with."
A sob spills from your lips. Their fingers are so long and thick that it makes your body writhe against them even before they stroke along your g-spot--and when they do, you see stars.
"A-ah!" the cry slips from your lips without meaning to, hips writhing in the bot's firm grip. "Pl-please! D-dah... Daddy...."
"C'mon, starlight~" Eclipse purrs, tilting their faceplate so the sound vibrates against your ear. "Be a bit more specific for daddy now. What do you want?"
"F-fingers..."
"Hmm? What about our fingers?"
"In-....inside... deeper..."
Eclipse makes a low, rumbling noise. Seemingly pleased so far, they urge, "Oh baby boy, beautiful boy," they nuzzle into the side of your head, fingers pumping all the while in short, precise strokes. "Do you think you can handle that? Such a cute, tight cunt you have..."
"N-noooo... I can... h-handle it…”
The animatronic chuckles, pressing their mouth to the nape of your neck and letting the tips of sharp teeth brush over your skin.
"Are you absolutely certain?" Eclipse murmurs, gently separating their two fingers to gently stretch your muscles. "Because it sure feels very tight down here. A third finger might break you~"
You moan, their teasing words and coyish touch making you crave it all the more. This is nothing compared to the one time that you'd taken Eclipse's thick, twisting tendrils, but it's more pleasure and satisfaction than your own fingers could ever bring you.
And you just want more.
With a sob, you writhe against him and scratch your fingertips over the arm gripping around your waist. Shame has all but leapt out the window by this point, leaving your legs spread wide enough that they’re splayed open and hanging off either side of Eclipse’s lap. They giggle, then slow the speed of their fingers to a n agonizing pace, barely pressing an inch or two inside before pulling them all the way out.
Toying with you.
And you know exactly what they want.
“Pleasepleaseplease daddy!” You sob, feeling tears of pleasure start filling the corners of your eyes and blurring everything together—but not even that could contort the sight between your thighs of his hand making every effort to keep you teetering on the edge. “I wanna cum, wanna c-cum so bad for you, want—… want you to watch…”
Eclipse purrs. While they don’t say anything at first, the sudden feeling of their fingers pressing deep inside you again is almost answer enough—and it doesn’t take very long before you feel a third pressing in alongside the others.
So thick, stretching your cunt wide over their digits. It’s so good, too good, and it doesn’t take long before you’re shaking in their arms and crying out their name over and over and over again.
Orgasm hits you so hard, it feels like it lasts forever—and they continue to thrust their fingers inside you until you nearly go limp against them. After a few more moments that leave your nerves almost overstimulated, Eclipse pulls their fingers out, seeming to enjoy how wet you are from their touch and words alone.
“Hnnng… Eclipse?” You whimper, body exhausted and mind already loving the soft, sleepy afterglow. “Er, daddy?”
“You don’t have to call us that now, starlight,” the bot assures in a low, gentle voice. “But you did such a good job! I don’t think you’ve taken that many fingers before! And you were sososoooo adorable when you came—such a cute expression, and your little pussy tried so so hard to milk my fingers~”
You groan and pull your hands over your hot face, clarity seeping in where shameless pleasure kept it shoved out of sight.
Eclipse giggles, though their voice drops to abyssal depths when they lean down to whisper directly into your ear,
“Maybe next time we’ll stuff you full of the real thing.” They pause, then smile wide, returning to the bright joy of Sun's voice. “But only if you’re a good boy tonight and get some sleep! You are… sleepy now, right?"
You don't say anything, but turn your head to the side to nod against their chest.
"Good," Eclipse murmurs. "You can go to sleep, starlight. I'll clean you up--" their voicebox glitches out for a moment as Moon's gravely voice seeps in, "--and I promise I won't play with you while you're asleep... Not too much, at least."
"And you call me horny," you murmur, a smile on your lips all the same. "You better wake me up if you do--I wanna have fun with daaaddyyyy~"
Eclipse goes still for a few moments, and you can tell they are actively contemplating if they want to chase that rabbit, then they finally chuckle.
Sun keeps distracting you while you’re trying to get through your training.
Or well, his hands do.
Just paint it.
Paint the picture.
The numbers.
Follow. the. damn. numbers!
No amount of mental screaming could keep you focused—your eyes were locked onto the animatronic practically looming over you from the other side of the craft desk.
“Well?” he says, clapping his hands together. “Are ya done yet? Are ya?”
Your cheeks fill with heat, but you shake your head rapidly in response. Sun looks mildly disappointed, but otherwise continues staring at you with that blank, unchanging smile of his. Amazing how much expression an animatronic could have without proper face rigging—but it’s not his face that’s distracting you from your task.
It’s his hands.
They’re huge.
It’s not that as though they’re disproportionate to the rest of him either. Sun’s overall design is somewhat cartoonish, but his lanky frame and wide faceplate were part of the aesthetic!
And so were his large, dexterous hands.
There were probably plenty of good reasons that he'd been designed like that. Plenty of good, wholesome reasons that were many times removed from what you are thinking about right now.
Gods, you hope so.
“You’re lookin’ awfully distracted there, new friend,” Sun’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts with surprising ease. When your focus shifts back, you see the bot cross his arms and loom even closer. How is it possible for him to look jealous? “What’s more important than arts 'n crafts time with Sundrop?”
Oh fuck. Jesus. There’s gotta be a believable answer somewhere. Think, think, look around and come up with something smart to throw him off—
“Your hands.”
Fuck.
The words had slipped out faster than you could stop them, fueled by instinct and arousal than sense. But maybe they were too quick, too incomprehensible against the background noise for Sun to have truly understood what you said. Maybe if you just pretend nothing was wrong and continued trying to color in the empty canvas, then he'd—
“That’s such a strange answer, new friend! My hands? I'm not even putting on any shadow puppet shows! Now, what about them is soooo distracting?”
He gestures with them as if to make a point, palms open and fingers spread apart as if he was ready to give you a solid high-five. As much as you want to say it doesn’t affect you, it really does. The sight makes your mind spin and your stomach leap into your throat; when he wiggles his fingers it only makes you more aware of how long they are, how detailed each joint was, his range of motion the same if not more flexible than a human.
Suddenly, all you can think of is what it might feel like to have his hand between your legs. How good it would be to have him coo and whisper soft little things while he gently rubs those fingertips over your clit—or maybe even a few little backhanded compliments while he presses a digit or two inside. Could… could your body take more than one? Two? Would Sun be rough with you? Tease you?
Bully you?
“Hellooooo?” Sun says, waving one of those stupid sexy big hands in front of your blazing hot face. “Time is limited, new friend, hurry it up! Do I need to repeat those instructions about painting by numbers again?"
Maybe it's your own emotions coloring it, but Sun sounds annoyed. He drums his fingers of both hands over the edge of the desk and leans closer until he's looming over you again.
He's... really tall, you realize. You'd worked with him before, yes, but your overall experience with the daycare attendant was minimal; that's more than likely why you were assigned this kind of quarterly training. The gentle taptaptap of his digits on the wood keep you vaguely distracted as you answer,
"N-No need for any of that!" you waved the paint brush as if to give greater weight to your words. Its not as if you'd forgotten how to paint, so he didn't need to repeat anything.
You'd probably start blushing if he did—the sharper his comments became, the less you found yourself able to mix colors together despite the fact that there were only three to even mix. How do you make purple again…?
“Oh really~?” Sun’s form looms forward so much that his shadow falls over you. Purple. Purple is—red and blue, yes. Just ignore him. “Because you’ve been lookin’ at my hands an awful lot. And you haven’t even started with your picture yet!”
“I’m just. I’m thinking okay?”
He tilts his faceplate, disdain and disbelief heavy in his words. He finally reaches out and catches your chin between his curled forefinger and thumb. You can feel the warm silicone padding brush over your lips as his voice sheds away the fake layer of hyperactive enthusiasm.
“And what are ya thinkin’ about, new little friend?”
It’s impossible to even form words in that moment. Your heartbeat quickens, and blood starts to rush through your ears. He knows. He has to know.
“I uh… I just…”
“Hm? Just what?”
Before you can stammer more nonsense, Sun’s thumb brushes across your lips. His pupils hone in on your mouth and, slowly, the tip of his thumb presses almost expectantly at the seam, pressing down on your lower lip and against your upper teeth.
You, of course, say absolutely nothing. The entirety of your face feels as if on fire, burning hot against the cool silicone padding over Sun's fingers.
"Open."
You blink several times in incredulous disbelief. No, surely you missheard, misunderstood what he said and twisted it into something you wanted to hear instead—
“Starlight~” Sun says, tone soft and lyrical before it suddenly drops all pretense of fake cheer. “Open your mouth.”
You barely drop your jaw before Sun pushes his thumb inside your mouth, the pad pressing down over your tongue in a way that almost makes you gag. Jesus christ, the digit is long and thick enough that it makes your eyes water and your entire body feel as if aflame.
Meanwhile, the sound of rushing blood echoes in your ears. You can breathe, but barely—and Sun seems to take some sort of satisfaction in watching your expression transform through at least three separate emotions at once.
“Good boy.”
You shiver, eyes locked with his. Whatever is going on is happening so fast, too quick for your brain to realize how sexual it must look to anyone who might peek at the cameras. But still, embarrassment and shame aside, you stay still and let your jaw go slack—Sun watches you carefully for a few more seconds before he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and offers a wide grin.
“That’s what I had thought~!” He exclaims, voice suddenly bright and cheerful. “You’re not hard to read at all, did’ya know that? Your eyes can’t stop lookin’ at my hands—so maybe if you get through this training and show me some really good art,” his eyes narrow into crescents, “then maybe I’ll play with you some more afterwards.”
Oh.
Oh.
And with that, the weight of the air changes. It shifts back to casual so quickly there’s emotional whiplash as Sun claps his hands together again.
“C’mon now! Times a wastin’, so let’s see some hustle and’a bustle!”
You are the manager of the daycare (and Sun by extension). Some people think this means you don't care if he gets yelled at.
This assumption is wildly incorrect, and you are not afraid to professionally threaten correct them.
You're in the middle of something important.
It's been clinging at your thoughts all day while you tried desperately to ignore it, but at some point it became impossible to deny the truth--technically, it had a higher priority than everything you decided to complete much earlier in the shift.
And unfortunately that leaves you stuck at your desk, staring down hard at the collection of intake forms and spreadsheets. You know it won't take more than half an hour, but that time would be some of the most horrible, boring, downright painful minutes of your life.
Could you push it off until tomorrow? Maybe Monday even?
No, you ultimately decide, the paperwork needed to be done. There was no point to pushing it back again--it still needed to be forwarded to the document filing team, then to human resources, and that would only end up making your job harder in the end since only then could you finalize everything.
By the time that you'd actually relegated yourself to sitting down and getting the work done, the day was nearly over with--parents were starting to come in and pick up their children.
Some were kids of employees that worked at the Pizzaplex itself; childcare cost was heavily discounted for workers of any department, so it was extremely convenient for many who simply didn't have any other options. They were also some of the sweetest kids you'd ever met, if only because they were very familiar with the daycare and its rules. Other children were simply dropped off because the guardians wanted some time to enjoy the facility themselves for a few hours or so. The process for checking a child out was the same regardless, and typically very painless after a parent knew to expect the process.
Normally you don't need to worry about assisting with child pickups. You had several employees that were expected to make sure the process was quick and smooth, though there was only two on the clock right now--a couple call-outs had left you with less people than you'd like on such a busy day, but the two working today were some of your best and longest-term employees. They handled plenty of crazier days, so you trusted them to keep things together when office work took precedence over smaller tasks that kept you visible and available even for the kids themselves.
So, one can imagine your utter surprise when the sound of disdained yelling suddenly echoes through the daycare. Not just a little yelling either; it's shrill, with enough intensity that it reaches all the way to your back office and that... that takes a lot. Enough that it immediately tugs at your instincts to investigate.
The words aren't clear enough to make out, so you push yourself away from the desk and leave the office, then out of the hallway into the main daycare area.
It doesn't take more than a breath of time to realize who is making all the noise--a parent. They're standing near the front of the daycare, but not where they're supposed to be.
The check-out desk was located in the small room overlooking the daycare's main play area, separated by plexiglass and rope netting. Not only was it supposed to be an easier way to get kids comfortable in being away from their parents (they literally arrive in the daycare by way of a slide into a ball pit), but it also served as a form of security--nobody could enter the daycare without proper credentials, and there was always someone posted up there to greet anyone coming to drop off or pick up their child.
But this one? Somehow, this one came through an employee-only entrance. That audacity alone would make your blood boil, but the fact that you recognized the woman only made it worse.
Her shrill screaming filled the room with venom while she clutched her son against her hip, as if trying to shield him from the poor daycare attendant animatronic who was, as best as he could, diffuse the situation.
It doesn't take long to get an idea of what she's going off about either--the woman is not particularly quiet about it.
"When I leave my son here, I expect that he will be safe!" she hisses, brushing her son's hair as if trying to soothe the child. "And what do I find when I come to pick him up? That he's been manhandled and tossed around like a toy--you're lucky he didn't break a bone!"
The young boy doesn't look injured, and if anything he seems more scared of his mother.
Travis, you recall his name--a rather quiet boy, didn't always like to play with other kids. His mother, Sarah, worked in one of the back offices as a programmer. Her hours were always odd, so his father tended to be the one to drop the boy off. Now you understand why.
The thing was, Travis really liked playing with Sun. Since he was shy, the daytime bot often took it upon himself to try and encourage the boy to take part in craftime or storytime--he'd recently been able to get him to play in the ball pit with the other kids his age.
"This kind of behavior is completely inexcusable," she finally seethes, a look of one-note rage in her eyes that seemed to burn the longer she looks at the animatronic. "I will make sure to put in a complaint about this--"
"I-I am sorry that you think your son was h-harmed, Miss Martin. I assure you that h-he was just playing with the other kids." Sun lifts his hands up in a passive way, trying desperately to keep her from screaming more. People were starting to stare at the unfolding scene, and it was quickly coming undone at the seams. "I am incapable of doing anything that w-would put any little superstars in danger!"
Sarah's eyes gleam with poison as she seems to catch her claws on a hook. "Oh, so you're saying you're defecting from your programing?"
"N-no! Not at all! My programming is clean as a whistle, I have it debugged at r-regular intervals!"
"I work in the programming department," she says, voice going quiet. "With the glamrock series code. Directly down the hall from the man who makes decisions about every machine in this facility. All it would take is for me to walk right down to his office and let him know that the daycare is turning into a severe liability for the company."
You are already hurrying over, not missing the way Sunny's fists start to clench tight, tight enough for his joints to squeal under the pressure as he restrains himself. He's trying so hard to keep his professionalism under the abuse--and Sarah seems to know exactly what to say.
"Your model is old. Your code is old. It's a shoddy piece of work that should be scrapped and redone, I've been telling them that for months now. They'd be better of scrapping you so we can finally have room for another glamrock and-"
You waste no time in immediately stepping directly into the line of fire, forcing yourself into the space between Sun and Sarah who has, until that moment, been encroaching closer and closer into his personal space. Was she trying to set him off? To see how far he would take the abuse before saying something wrong?
Probably. You wouldn't put it past a cruel woman like her at this point.
"What seems to be the problem here?" you say, fake smile wide and tone forcibly friendly. "I sure heard you all the way from my office!"
"Oh no dear, don't worry, it's nothing you need to concern yourself about," the woman says, waving her hand at you as if expecting her words to be like an order. "Though you can be a dear and go fetch the manager?"
You don't move, but clench your jaw tight and force the words through your teeth, "I happen to be the manager of the daycare, so if there is an issue or complaint, then I need to know about it! So please," the fake smile drops and you stare at her hard. "What is the problem here?"
Sarah's expression twitches with annoyance, but she tries to immediately save face by gesturing to her son and acting as if she was the one getting yelled at.
"Well, I didn't want to make a big deal of it, but my son has been injured because of your animatronic!"
You glance over at Travis. The poor kid is no older than eight, and he's trying to stare down at his shoes, his face flushed red with embarrassment and shame.
"Hey, little buddy," you kneel down to be closer to eye-level with him. "Did something happen to get you hurt?"
He shakes his head before his mother can try to interject. When you try to ask him another question she finally puts a hand between his gaze and yours, breaking it and forcing you to look back at her.
"That thing is running on severely old, broken code," she says, tone low and voice slow, as if trying to communicate an unspoken threat. "It's only a matter of time before something happens. Before someone gets hurt. I don't understand why they haven't just decommissioned the abhorrent thing. Doesn't even look as cute as the glamrocks."
Oh. So she's chosen death?
No. Breathe. Slowly. Remember how things work. Remember to play it smart. She wants you to get angry, needs to get a response out of you just so she can use it to cry to upper management.
Be smart about this. Be smart and unyielding. It takes every ounce of restraint not to deck the woman in the nose right there--but you at least have an upper hand.
"Who is your direct manager?"
"Huh?"
You stare at her expectantly, letting the silence fill the room before finally clarifying and repeating yourself. "Who. Is. Your. Direct. Manager?"
"I-I don't know how that's relevant to the current problem we're trying to solve."
"Well," you finally say, pulling out your company-assigned mini pad and scrolling through the employee database. "I need to get into contact with them about your behavior. Obviously you've forgotten several very important policies and I want to make sure you're educated on them as need be."
"Wh-what policies?" Sarah demands. "I haven't broken anything--that thing is what we're talking about right now."
You shake your head, proud of the even tone to your voice even though you want nothing more than to scream and yell at her in kind.
"First, you enter the daycare using an unapproved door-"
"I am an employee for the company-!"
"-and even employees are not allowed to use that door. It is for daycare attendants and handlers only. It is an active security measure to ensure the safety of little superstars like your son, whom you obviously seem to care for the safety of, right?"
She is silent, sputtering, taken aback by your confidence or simple knowledge of how to play the system correctly.
"Second, I have you on record actively harassing a coworker. Not only are you specifically not using his preferred pronouns, you are also belittling and demeaning him and his ability to do his job correctly. A job which I will remind you is difficult and stressful and comes with a wide variety of nuance."
You take the opportunity to step forward. Not too far, just a little idle step. Enough to take control and apply pressure to the situation.
"I'm sorry that you can't seem to understand the subtly of how kids tend to play around Travis' age, and I'm sorry that you don't seem to care about the fact that he has been making very good progress in getting to know the other kids--specifically because of Sun's hard work with him."
Another small, calculated step. Sarah retreats from how she's looming forward, and you can see the tension in her jaw.
"Harassing a coworker? I haven't said anything to-"
"Sun? You mean one of my employees? The very one I heard you screaming at?" You shrug, managing to seem coldly nonchalant with surprising ease--maybe it's the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Between the heat of your words, you feel one of Sun's hand gently grabbing the back of your shirt. Not tugging, just holding on. "I mean, if you like we can go into my office and I can pull the cameras--if I misunderstood something then surely we can go over the recording and find out where I'm not getting that right."
That's the final push. Sarah knows she can't win the argument or force you to back down from a legitimate, honest-to-god threat. Despite being in a different department, technically you are still above her; you already know her manager. Marcus was a pretty easy-going guy that had a lot of sympathy for the animatronics, so it wouldn't take much for him to write her up from your word alone.
"I... well, maybe I just misunderstood," the woman finally says, her smile cold and not reaching her eyes. "No need to make this a big deal or anything! I will make sure to use the right door next time, my mistake."
Your mouth moves faster than your brain can stop them--it's edging on the line of being appropriate for someone of your position, but you need to make sure this woman understands that you are willing to hold your ground.
"Please do, because if I hear of something like this happening again? I will ban you outright from the daycare facility."
Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth as if to say something, but she's already lost. You have the authority to decline service to anyone, and at least with this situation you were grateful to have that power.
Sarah hurries out of the room without another word. You feel bad for Travis--the kid really didn't deserve to be in the middle of all that--but he offers some assurance by turning around to try and wave before the two of them disappear beyond the door.
You barely get a chance to let out a held breath before a pair of hurried footsteps approach you.
"Is everything okay?" one of the attendants ask. She's normally so soft spoken, but you can hear the genuine concern leaking through the words. "I knew as soon as I saw Sarah things would be bad--she always tries to find something to yell about when she picks Travis up."
"Yeah," the other worker echoes, then turns to speak to Sun. "I am so sorry you ended up with her, Sunny. If I knew she had used the door down here I would have immediately left the intake room."
The two of them started to crowd around you and Sun a bit more than you liked. Jesus, how was Sun even doing?
"We're okay, it's fine just-" another sigh spills from your lips, exhaustion taking the space where adrenaline had kept you so still and composed. "You two go make sure the other kids are okay? That was a lot of screaming for them to hear."
With only a little more consoling they finally move away to check on the few kids still waiting to get picked up. It leaves you and Sun alone at least, a vague amount of privacy.
You turn around, not sure what to expect from the animatronic--but it's a surprise all the same to find him staring at you with wide, as if unbelieving eyes. There's a sense of tension hidden somewhere in his expression, but its overshadowed by something else. Something hard to read.
"... Are you okay, Sunny?" you finally ask in a soft, gentle voice. He looks down, peering at the multicolored carpet silently. All it takes is the soft touch of your hand gently touching the side of his faceplate to make him twitch, listening but still not looking at you. "Don't you worry about anything, okay? She's just a cruel nobody who likes making other people feel bad. I will make sure she's not allowed anywhere beyond the intake room and make a recommendation that Travis' dad be the only one who can pick him up."
He is still silent, but you're relieved to see his body loosen. All that tension, all that heartache and anger, almost all gone in an instant.
"Sunny...?"
After a moment, the animatronic finally tilts his face into your touch. Before you can ask or say anything else, however, he sweeps you into his arms in a tight hug. So tight in fact that he begins to spin you around in a circle, stopping only when he's done sputtering.
"You didn't have to do all that for little ol' me! Someone so busybusy like you shouldn't need to deal with parents at all--you're so silly, starlight!"
Despite the fact that his words try to sound casual, you saw every sign in the book that Sun had barely been taking the woman's verbal abuse. You can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't shown up--would he have snapped? Would she have threatened something worse?
"Oh goodness please put me down Sunny-" you lean into his arms as the room slowly stops spinning around you. Then, when you collect yourself, you offer him a warm and genuine smile. "Sunshine, you are one of my employees, and nobody deserves to be talked down to like that at all. It's not fair for her to treat you like that-" you catch a look of worry somewhere in his eyes, and so you quickly add, "-and I will never let you be decommissioned. There isn't anything wrong with you, so don't let her empty threats put a rain cloud over you."
It's only in that moment that you realize how tightly his hands are grasping at your uniform.
"... you... promise?"
He's more scared of that then he ever lets on.
"I promise," you say with complete confidence. "Nobody will ever hurt you on my watch, Sun. You and Moon both. They'll have to go through my stubborn ass first--and I actually memorized most of the employee handbook anyway."
"Starlight!" he says, sounding shocked.
"Wh-what?"
"Language."
You chuckle, the sound rumbling through your chest as you bring a hand over your face. You'll have to touch base with Sun again once the other kids and employees have left for the night, but at least he's doing better.
Because you will never let someone treat him like that.
“Oh, what vision! I think this is the best thing I’ve seen you make aaaaaall day!”
The words are bright and chipper, but they don’t match with the motions as the animatronic takes your carefully-crafted paper pal and shoves it into the shredder built into the work bench. Why is that there? Why did he do that? Why…?
You try not to let the rejection get the better of your senses. It’s been an hour at least, and that was the only one that Sun offered any praise over—every previous project was met with all the distain of a diva that saw every little flaw in even your most genuine attempts. It… bothered you a little. More than a little, actually, though you hoped that the tears could be blinked away faster than Sun could notice them in the corners of your eyes.
“Oooh, what’s that look on your face for?”
Fuck.
You shake your head and turn to look towards one of the craft supply cabinets, hoping that you could rub the tears away with a conveniently-timed cough to excuse bringing your wrist up towards your face.
“N-nothing,” you finally say, a lie right through your teeth. “I’m just f-fine…”
Sun crosses his arms. Though his expression is static, you can practically feel the lift of an eyebrow; he obviously doesn’t believe your answer.
“It’s against the rules to liiieeee~” he says singsongingly, as if finding amusement in your attempts. “Go on and tell your good ol’ friend Sun what’s wrong now huh?”
You are silent.
“Don’t be shy, tell me!”
More silence.
Sun makes a low noise, then takes a quick step forward and reaches his hand out faster than you can dodge. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
“Tell me now.”
Your lips tremble, and tears begin to well up in your eyes—his voice is low and commanding, dropped like a rock over a cliffside. You know that Sun would never hurt you, you trust him and Moon too much, but you can’t deny that his abrasiveness is a lot to handle right now. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and a sob hiccups in the back of your throat.
“Wh-why are y-you being s-s-so mean to me-meee?”
You’re shocked that anyone could understand you, but Sun practically coos as if he is soothing a child after scraping their knee on the daycare floor.
“You’re so cute when you cry like that,” he purrs, but sympathy does begin to fill his gaze after a moment. He brushes away a few tears with his thumbs. “But don’t cry now, no need for tears on such a pretty little face! You haven’t broken any rules!”
“B-but you r-ripped up my p-p-paper pal…?”
“Oh little star, did it bother you that much?”
You nod, then feel your lips tremble and face fill with heat at the answer that spills out. “It’s b-because I made it for yuh-y-you….” Fresh tears roll down your cheek, and Sun’s thumbs are quick to wipe them away with a surprising sense of tenderness.
His expression is unreadable (as always), but you could swear that something changes a little with your words—maybe it’s the subtle warmth in Sun’s tone, exhaustion leaking in last his shrill act of a voice.
“…let’s take a little itty-bitty break from craft time,” he finally says, his hands still cupping your face, faceplate tilting in a way that you’d call sympathetic. “Something else?”
You nod fervently.
“Nap time?”
A shake of your head—not because you were afraid of seeing Moon, but simply because you’re not tired.
Sun hums, then says, “Would you like me to read you a little storybook? You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”
After a moment, you gently bounce your chin against his hands in a nod. Sun giggles, giving you barely a moment to react before he reaches over the workbench and wraps his arms around you.
“Perfect! Let’s find a quiet little spot—so no more crying, starlight, I’ll dry those little tears right up!
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Your first priority was getting him out of the Superstar Daycare.
Normally that would be easy, since you knew the space like the back of your hand; you’d practically memorized the basic layout across all the times you scrambled back and forth from the supply closet to the guard desk, the employee lounge to the nap room—yes, you knew the daycare better than almost anyone, but it wasn’t simply finding Gregory an escape route that truly worried you.
No.
It’s because you weren’t alone in the daycare.
If there had been *any* other option available you wouldn’t have let the kid go through here, but time was short and precious; if you had any hope to learn about what had happened to all the animatronics here, you needed to find Freddy and—
“Staaaaarliiiiight~”
The voice rips you out of your thoughts. While it is oh-so-familiar, the icy tone that the words carry is as a stranger to you as the man who spoke them. Gregory has enough time to duck out of view behind one of the play areas, but you don’t have such a luxury when it’s obvious that he’s seen you already.
Sun. Or at least, you hope thats still him in there. Given how bad things have turned in the Pizzaplex, how far the virus had spread into the infrastructure of the building and the network connecting all the animatronics together, you couldn’t begin to guess how much of him might still be there.
This is *not* how you wanted to reunite with them.
Not after how you left. Not after what you learned.
“Sun,” you start to say, raising up one hand as if to try and make him keep some distance from you. “Please, you need to listen to me—”
“Oh nonono starlight!” his normally cheery tone is forced and tense, edging on an iciness that makes your bones shake and shiver. “Too much listening. Too much. So many wordswordswords since you left, repeating and repeating and r̴e̷p̶e̷a̵t̸i̷n̶g̴ in the back of our mind.”
The virus. It had to be. You already knew that Moon’s AI had been infected, but some part of you desperately hoped that Sun would have been spared; it’s still up in the air if the virus can even be purged from the glamrocks without any lingering damage to their systems.
You can’t deal with this right now, but there’s no choice left.
“Sun, you are sick right now,” your other hand lifts up, though sadly its more out of caution than comfort, your mind softly shifting around the internal commands that controlled the bladed weapons within your arms. Please, please don’t come to that… “And I can fix it. I can make you better, but you have to let me go.”
“Silly silly starlight!” Sun laughs, and the sound is cold and painful, completely distant from the cheerful warmth that blossomed in your chest whenever he told a stupid joke or tired to cheer you up on your longest shifts.
He takes a step closer to you, and its only then that you realize there is a look in his eyes. It’s terrifying and heavy, so much that you realize your hands are shaking and your mind is starting to fall back on code that you promised you’d never touch or look at or use again.
“I don’t need fixing…” he whispers, as if telling a great secret, then takes another calculated step forward. His wide white eyes look like a predator, single points of glowing pupils revealing themselves as he is thrown into a silhouette with the lights behind him. “Because you’re home! You’re back! The wordswordswords promised that you’d return to the daycare and look—here you are! Me and Moonie missed you sososo muuuuch!”
Hello fellow DCA enjoyers! I've started up a discord server focused around our favorite astrologically-themed animatronic/s, specifically geared towards adults (anyone over the age of 18) who are interested in joining a chill adult-only community. This is not a replacement for the other awesome servers out there already, but I simply noticed a lack of communities that allowed people to be, as the kids say, horny on main, so I decided to make one!
The server features a multitude of channels to allow for a wide range of discussions, and an entire NSFW section so that you too can share your freaknasty ideas, headcanons, fics and art with others!
We also support roleplaying if that's something you're also looking for, but everything is organized so even if you're not looking for NSFW content, it's a welcome community for everyone!
If you are interested, you can join using this link!
*whispers over here* if you got a DCA fic and you wanna toss it at me to try and record a podfic version then lemme know, that’s some of my favorite fandom media to consume and make when able 🎉
Because my obsession is more DCA than FNAF itself and I've been overflowing @fnafwritings with nothing but daycare attendant content, I decided to make another blog specifically for them!
I tried to make it styled after the superstar daycare aesthetic, and the theme even includes an alternate dark mode! Kinda wanna think of it as Sun/Moon themed.
But yea you can follow it over at @dcawritings where I will be posting and reblogging a lot of sun/moon content 👌 Requests (and possibly commissions) are open over there!
Because my obsession is more DCA than FNAF itself and I've been overflowing @fnafwritings with nothing but daycare attendant content, I decided to make another blog specifically for them!
I tried to make it styled after the superstar daycare aesthetic, and the theme even includes an alternate dark mode! Kinda wanna think of it as Sun/Moon themed.
But yea you can follow it over at @dcawritings where I will be posting and reblogging a lot of sun/moon content 👌 Requests (and possibly commissions) are open over there!
